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[Avdotya]

Something drew Avdotya to the capitol. She could not say that she was entirely pleased about being so close to its vicinity, but whatever feeling it was that lingered within her chest held a stronger influence over her distaste. It wasn’t until a flash of golden light caught her eye that she finally convinced herself to cross into the actual court, forgetting her own feelings with the greatest of ease. She knew what that light was, whose boyish voice it was that rang through so many ears. Solis had finally grown tired of the wintry hold Solterra found itself shackled to. Despite the stares and the scoffs at her presence, the Davke queen lacked hesitation in her stride. There was, perhaps, even a small touch of hope that a disgruntled citizen would step out of line. She and Feliks - who trotted alongside Avdotya with a slight curl to his lips - were past due for an altercation. “Now, fuck off, would you? You’re in my way.” Or maybe it was she who would stir the pot. Before the mare was quite a sight: her god, Solis, a man foolish enough to run his mouth, a face she vaguely recalled to be Davke (or ex-Davke?), Seraphina’s right hand Eik, and an unknown man unsure of it all. Avdotya’s eye immediately fell upon the one dropping lackluster quips. A rare chuckle spilled from her frosted lips, wafting wisps of hot breath out into the cold air. ”Your words are weak.” She hissed to him. She’d rather see the stallion attempt to remove Solis from his path than listen to his childish insults. After a pause, Avdotya glanced over to Jahin, studying him wordlessly and from a distance. There was Davke blood in those veins, that she knew, but she questioned the worth of every drop he carried. Time did many things to one’s loyalty, and the fact that she recognized him only as a faint recollection of the past left the woman doubting him... but that was not her concern at the moment. Avdotya was here for Solis and no other reason. image © pacificdash